When I moved East to New Jersey to work for my uncle, I was a little nervous. As soon as I arrived I went out to look for a furnished room, until I could afford furniture of my own. Uncle Russ suggested I use a realtor, so I contacted one.
The moment I walked into that real estate office I fell in lust. Bill was a hunk and a-half. He had wavy, dirty-blond hair, blue eyes, and a body that looked as if he had been lifting weights since the age of ten.
Initially, I didn't think he would be interested in me. I have auburn hair, hazel eyes and, well, all right, I'm kind of pretty. I have a reasonably nice shape at 5'5", but I wish my boobs were a little bigger than 34B. Then again, like they say, "Everything over a mouthful is a waste." Nevertheless, this isn't much to offer someone who looks like Bill.
In the car on the way to check out the only furnished room on his listing, I noticed the absence of a ring on his left; it didn't do much to cool off my hot pants. I politely answered all his questions about why I had moved from California, but I wanted to ask him if we could stop somewhere to make love for about ten years. Had I known my panties were going to get so wet that day, I wouldn't have worn any. Damn, was he gorgeous.
I liked the apartment immediately. There was a big, modern kitchen, a comfortable living room and a bedroom with a perfect, feminine touch. Although the landlady, who lived downstairs, wasn't home, Bill said he knew her personally and guaranteed she would accept me. He sat on the bed and said, "It's nice and firm. You can do lots of bouncing on it with your boyfriend."
Maybe it was because I wanted to bounce on Bill that I sat next to him. After all, the worse he could do was seduce me, right? It was then that I noticed he was looking at me the way I had been looking at him for the past half hour. My words came out before I could stop myself, "I don't have a boyfriend yet. Care to do some bouncing with me?"
We looked at each other without speaking for a few, long moments. Then, an index finger curled under my chin and lifted it. His mouth moved closer to mine, and I was only aware of holding my breath. Was this really happening? Is a one-night-stand really such a bad thing? Somehow, I got the strength to slide my trembling hands over his broad shoulders.
"There's something about you that won't let me go," he whispered with an ache in his voice. Now, that's a cheesy line if ever there was one, but there was a sincere look in his eyes. This guy really meant it. He was lonely too.
My god, could he kiss. And those huge, muscular hands were so gentle while opening my blouse and jeans. It took me about five seconds to remove his pullover and T-shirt, and then he alternately sucked each of my nipples between two fantastic lips.
Lying between my uplifted knees, Bill continued making love to both my breasts as they heaved to the tempo of my labored breath. At the same time, he removed his pants and briefs. Then, I felt a finger, followed by another, entering my slit. He twisted his fingers slowly back and forth while rhythmically sliding them in and out. Ready to cum from the attention he had been paying to my nipples alone, I clutched bunches of his hair in my hands.
It was then that I got the shock of my life. Bill lifted his lower body. Hanging from it was a cock that probably measured nine inches in length and an inch and three-quarters in diameter. I giggled timidly, "That's not going to fit inside of me!"
"Relax, beautiful," he whispered before touching the head of that monster to my creamy slit and his lips to mine. "Let's just do what we can. I can't let you get away." That hungry tone was in his voice again.
Who was I to refuse the opportunity to get screwed with a cock like that? "Just be careful," I sighed in a surrendering gesture.
His cock slipped in to me a little while his hands tenderly caressed my hips, thighs, ass and back; and that fantastic mouth was smothering mine. Bill eased himself inside about an inch before taking a few, very short strokes. It was wonderful. And each time he probed a little deeper, it was even more wonderful. I think that was when I fell in love with him.
Before I realized it, he was in to the hilt and my entire body was covered with sweat. I had never had sex with such a gentle man before. Bill tenderly kissed my lips, my earlobes, my neck. He caressed my boobs, lightly scratched my back and ass while slowly stroking that beautiful banana in and out of my clamping cunt. It took less than three minutes for my climax to peak in one of the most satisfying orgasms I'd had in years.
Returning to earth, I realized that Bill hadn't cum. This must be a dream, I thought. When he pulled his dick out, he must have seen the disappointed expression on my face. "Don't worry, lover; I'll put it back. I just want to see if that pussy of yours tastes as sweet as the rest of you."
As Bill slid down my body, I whispered, "I hope you realize I may never let you leave this place."
He grunted a laugh. Soon, he was kissing my pussy, and what seemed like seven tongues were plunging, tickling, lapping and circling.
For the first time in my life, I knew what it was to be properly eaten. In less than two minutes, with my trembling legs over those broad, muscular shoulders, I was cumming again.
Expecting him to ask me to suck his dick, which is what men usually do after eating pussy, I moistened my lips in preparation. To my surprise, however, he began fucking me again. This man was unbelievable! I wondered how long he could go without cumming.
I began pumping my hips to keep up with him. I didn't care if he shoved that dick up to the middle of my chest. The more that fat rod rubbed against the inner walls of my friction-scorched pussy, the more I wanted to continue. My slit was on fire, and I was loving every moment of it.
At the onset of another vaginal orgasm, Bill did something I hadn't thought possible. Kneeling upright, he lifted me by the hips and began swinging my body back and forth as if I weighed ten pounds. Only my trailing hair and outstretched hands touched the bed as he worked my pussy up and down that heavenly shaft. What an amazing a sensation!
When my orgasm calmed, Bill slowly lowered me and smiled. There was a warmth and caring in his gentle eyes that I had never before seen in a man and he asked, "Would you suck me for a while?"
At my suggestion he squatted over my chest while I licked and sucked that beautiful dick; he finally proved to be human.
Bill combed his fingers through my hair while his unblinking eyes focused on the hungry lips that were gliding up and down half his shaft. Finally, he spoke with a broken voice. "I'm going to cum, Brandy. Do you want me to pull out?"
A fire was building in my groin at the thought of drinking his cum and I was on the verge of another orgasm without even needing to be touched. Even this guy's cock had muscles to spare. The ridges that had been gliding between my lips caused a tingling sensation that made me wish I could deep-throat the whole thing and keep it there for hours. Sighing, I slid my lips off the throbbing meatloaf and said, "Fuck me so we can cum together."
His dick really didn't swell to ten inches in diameter in my previously tight pussy as I had imagined, but it felt like it. The instant that first, hot jet of semen splashed against my womb all hell broke loose. I didn't think I'd had it in me to fuck so violently. A mixture of our juices was trickling over my anus, and we were still going at it like maniacs. I wrapped both arms around that muscular body and squeezed with all of my might, while he continued pounding into me until yet another orgasm built and exploded inside of me.
We stayed entangled, kissing and gradually catching our breath. After his cock was soft, I asked, "Will you marry me?" We burst into a fit of laughter, and his limp dick popped out from inside of me.
That evening at dinner, we learned we had even more in common and agreed to continue seeing each other. It just happened that fast, and we really are getting married in two months.
Originally Published July 2005 - "Coming With a Bang"